
Tell me, Father, when did you decide to disinherit me? Was it the day that Quentyn was born, or the day that I was born? What did I ever do to make you hate me so? To her fury, there were tears in her eyes.
I never hated you. Prince Doran’s voice was parchment-thin, and full of grief.

No squall could frighten Dany, though. Daenerys Stormborn, she was called, for she had come howling into the world on distant Dragonstone as the greatest storm in the memory of Westeros howled outside, a storm so fierce that it ripped gargoyles from the castle walls and smashed her father’s fleet to kindling.
It really pisses me off. Daario switched sides b/c of Dany’s military tactics, not her breasts. So they not only changed Daario and his motivations, but they also undermined her military prowess and oversexualised her at once.
Daenerys was worth fighting for because she was going to win. She outsmarted the Second Sons by getting them drunk. They gave the victory of the Second Sons over to a man, Daario, and made Dany look like she’s just a sexual object to lure men into battle. It’s incredibly degrading and annoying.
“And if I shout your name?” Harmund demanded. ”What then?”

I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen of the blood of old Valyria. Valyrian is my mother tongue.
